Yan Nanxue

Just as the three of them had flown several dozen li, Wan Qiu's eyes, which seemed perpetually unable to open, twitched slightly, and the light within their slits sharpened.

Ling Jie rose to his feet almost at the same time and looked over. "Something's approaching!"

In the distant sky, an enormous warship broke through the clouds and sped toward them.

The warship was forged entirely from some kind of massive, ghastly white bones. At its bow sat the skull of an unknown savage beast, ghostly green flames flickering within its eye sockets. Dense black-red fiendish aura coiled around the vessel, and even from far away, one could faintly sense the nauseating stench of blood and the wails of departed souls.

"The Blood Shadow Sect's Bone Spirit Boat!" Ling Jie's gaze turned fierce.

More than thirty cultivators stood in shadowy clusters aboard the bone warship. Each wore blood-red or black robes, their demonic aura chilling. All of them were at the Foundation Establishment stage, and quite a few had reached Late Foundation Establishment.

They had clearly noticed the three people aboard the chessboard artifact as well. Arrogant howls and strange shrieks immediately erupted from the warship.

A blood-robed cultivator who appeared to be their leader stood at the bow and shouted harshly, "Who goes there? This place has been designated a forbidden zone by my Blood Shadow Sect. Hand over your storage bags and soul blood at once, and become my blood slaves. I may spare your lives."

Wei Tian flew into a rage. "Bullshit! A pack of demonic trash dares block Old Wei's path? Senior Brother Wan, Senior Brother Ling, leave these small fry to me. I need to stretch my muscles!"

Wan Qiu's eyelids drooped as he gave a faint "Mm," granting permission.

Ling Jie added coldly, "End this